Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mongolia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Radio Birdman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by JFA. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Axelrod,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Smog,
Scott Walker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erykah Badu,
The Trojans,
Prince Buster,
Soft Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Deakin,
Second Layer,
JFA,
B.T. Express,
Grauzone,
Ohio Players,
Gabor Szabo,
Mark Hollis,
Absolute Body Control,
Marine Girls,
Ossler,
Zero Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Clarke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
One Last Wish,
Circle Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jawbox,
10cc,
Model 500,
Henry Cow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zapp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crime,
Jacob Miller,
Trumans Water,
Aaron Thompson,
Vainqueur,
The Knickerbockers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mojo Men,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bush Tetras,
Easy Going,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harpers Bizarre,
Godley & Creme,
Index,
Rod Modell,
Barry Ungar,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.